November 17
Induction
I have a massive energy transformer that lives inside
me. It is explosive in nature and risky
to toy with. But if used properly I can
power my whole world with the current which flows through it to me from my
Higher Power. If I use it improperly I
can melt down my core and burn down my life.
The connections are of the utmost importance, insulation is a priority
as well. I know that I am conduit and so
much more. I must do my part as the
carrier and the arbiter of change.
The absence of joy is a sin
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FLAW IN SNOW
Waiting for snow-
Waiting for cold fingers, slick roads
Warm beds, reading by firelight.
Waiting for proof of lack of control.
Waiting itself proves lack of control.
I can dance the snow dance
And refuse to buy new shovels.
Hang out laundry,
Put out all manner of storm tempters.
Still I cannot force the hand of nature
I must sit with my crystalline optimism
And endure these cloudless skies.
There will be snow
It will fall somewhere
But I mustn’t grow over anxious
Cause it may never snow inMiami
Waiting for snow-
Waiting for cold fingers, slick roads
Warm beds, reading by firelight.
Waiting for proof of lack of control.
Waiting itself proves lack of control.
I can dance the snow dance
And refuse to buy new shovels.
Hang out laundry,
Put out all manner of storm tempters.
Still I cannot force the hand of nature
I must sit with my crystalline optimism
And endure these cloudless skies.
There will be snow
It will fall somewhere
But I mustn’t grow over anxious
Cause it may never snow in
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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